“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”
These words belong to Ernest Hemingway, great American novelist and short-story writer. We shared a few things in common. If I were so lucky to have met him, we would have shared a few bottles, we would have gotten in fights, we would have been loud and sometimes to some perhaps, rude. We would have talked for hours…

